God Himself conquered death. We live because He both died and rose. We live and breath and have our being in Him who is all and in all. He is the only source of hope, the only hope of abundant life. And as believers, we live in the reality that He is enough-- all our hopes fulfilled beyond our greatest imaginations, our hope for eternity and the strength and grace to live today. Truly, we should be celebrating this weekend!
We continue to stay busy here in Arizona, and are making plans to return to the Philippines at the end of the month. The boys are studying hard and Garry is working hard. I'm cooking plenty and teaching some and enjoying catching up with friends.
The other day I made my coffee and poured my half and half in (a real treat after mostly putting skim milk in my coffee for a couple of years), only to realized it was spoiled! My milk was also sour. And I am in the USA! I was telling my mom how my day had started and she asked me if I'd checked the date on the milk. I had, but I well remember when I realized what those dates were. It took me a while. But this milk was nearly a week from expired, and it was definitely sour. Life just isn't perfect. We live in a fallen world, after all, where milk spoils and bread gets stale.